VOCAL: Snafu Senryu
He’s waving at me.
He’s so handsome, I wave back.
She runs to hug him.
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That horn. That big, curvy, brass, old-timey horn. Mom and Dad had gone on one of their regular trips to Cape Cod. While not necessarily into antiques, they did like the unusual, things that were fun but mellow. Our house was very conservatively decorated in what I would call Colonial Irish: lots of oak and brass, with some tartan patterned furniture, delicate table lamps, and a huge roll-top desk. Not my style, and not as warm and welcoming as my best friend’s home, which was filled with mismatched tag sale items and had a very “lived in” feel to it.
By Lynn Henschel2 years ago in Poets
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I would have just wanted to lay down and die. Lol!